where is it?
the commonwealth games are on and i can't find it
my children have never seen it
they need to know what it is
they need to see everything -
including lawn bowls
i'm livid.
what they did miss,
was the mechanic loch ness monster
that was televised -
but not the bowls
i've listened to baseball on the radio
whilst washing the car -
it is euphoria.
When flipping a coin,
Someone calls “heads” or “tails”
And whichever is chosen,
A winner prevails.
A president’s head
Is what’s actually shown.
On a penny, it’s Lincoln;
The quarter is known
As George Washington’s place
And the nickel is where
Thomas Jefferson’s face
Is imprinted right there.
F.D.R. has the dime
And, since back in the day,
The half-dollar’s profile
Is of J.F.K.
The back of each coin,
As the “tail” will reveal,
Has a shield or an eagle
Or President’s seal.
There’s also a torch
And an olive branch, too.
Monticello is pictured;
Some stars are on view.
Yet the Treasury wants
A new coin to be made
Worth a dollar, with You-Know-Who
Proudly displayed.
On both sides of the coin, though,
His face will appear.
Shouldn’t one be his head
And the other his rear?
That would sure cause a scene
For the country to hail.
After all, coins still need
Both the head and the tail.
The complications of not planning on being alive run high, always running to not fall behind.
clinging to a wind-tossed leaf
a red-and-black-spotted ladybug
flips upside down, then
right side up
again and again
in rapid succession
as if she were caught on
windshield wipers whapping madly
‘midst a driving rain
A flip
Of perspectives
Lenses changed
Newness arriving
Then and there..
A frequent story
Seeming to miss
There's no one
To witness
A flip..but that's
Another story...
Observing
And projecting
Are not two..
Emptiness appears
As projecting
As observing...
(Science is "flipping!" ).
'Participant' is the incontrovertible new concept given by quantum mechanics. It strikes down the 'observer' of classical theory, the man who stands safely behind the thick glass wall and watches what goes on without taking part. It can't be done, quantum mechanics says it...May the universe in some sense be 'brought into being' by the participation of those who participate?
John Archibald Wheeler
Be seen and not be heard
What old folks as wisdom served
Till they are alone
In retirement home
They regret saying those words
For children grow up to be
Adults eventually
And if denied words
They flip the bird
And ignore the old enjoying free speech
It’s been a hard day but there’s no laws to say
That I can’t settle down with a gin
Late night R & R with an hour of TV
And then I will maybe turn in
The gin… that was easy, just spin that screw cap
Then tip up the bottle and pour
But what freaking demon has screwed G & T
It never was this hard before
This flaming recycling nonsense is mad
With screw caps that won’t separate
The cap and the bottle do not come apart
And boy does it make me irate
A one handed action to top up my glass
To sparkle and fizz as I sip
But that is no more because some lunatic
Decided he’d give me some gyp
Brute force is required to crack that first seal
But the cap simply won’t unattach
It sits in the flow and it will not let go
As it acts like a half open hatch
So now I need one hand to angle the bottle
Another to hold back the cap
It’s driving me nuts, I just want to relax
So much for this net zero crap
My bottle of tonic is sat in the cooler
But I settle down in my seat
The medics are worried about a big rise
In folk drinking alcohol neat.
FLIPPING THE POLES
Once undisturbed satisfied and content
With the acceptance of doing it right
There is the merest spark deep inside
That wants to set the pleasant aflame
To burn and slice that humdrum life
Reaching out toward greater freedom
And fresh cold air one always deserved
Yet out alone in those Arctic wastes
There is the faintest pull back to warmth
To slip back into the normality groove
Nodding and smiling at everything
Feeling the embrace of compliance
Yet no resentment at the furry shackles
But that little spark may flare again
Music of deception plays loud
Mask flips on the faces of crowd
In sly chameleon celebration
I dance with me in isolation.
_______________
April 27, 2022
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Contest : Killing With An Epigram
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
On sight. On smell.
My body betrays me
Every hidden switch flicked
Every pulse and button jammed
What is this bag of bones for, if not to run and run and run from you
Even if I want you gone
out of here tonight
Eyes lock, screws turn
The heart weakens and the mind
rolls over
to what the rising day holds
As the sun shines in the top of the sky
Everyone were in hurry with their loads
Rushing together, keeping their bags aside,
Entering into a huge hall with umpteen silence,
Many eyes in that hall watches time,
Different smile and weird looks appeared on faces,
Ample of different emotions as they were in peril,
Albeit they are managing to sit with social distance,
A person with a bundle came with cunning looks,
Alarm alarmed them to start their war,
War with the flipping silence for three hours,
They fought to showcase their ability within the given time,
Their war with their paper and pen ended as a mime,
To decide their future grades.
never thought i would find love again
never thought i would meet you
you are a handful, but so am i
total opposites, but we mesh in an alternative way, if you will
never thought i would kiss soft lips again
never came close to thinking that i would kiss you
oooh, the arguments that we would have
neither one of us backing down
we despised each other so, but somehow, God Intervened
never thought i would enjoy living again
never thought i would be in this car rental driving any damn where with you
we both STAY in awe of the mere fact that we do not pull over and kill each other
however, we are so chill with each other laughing and joking now
we still will let each other know here and there now, but that's love and life
never want to be anywhere else....without the WHOLE of you in my heart, mind, and soul.....
"Time takes it all whether you want it to or not" - Stephen King
Sands of hour glass slide, dictate of time they abide,
change transient state like flipped grief and delight.
On cloud nine you glide through the blue sky wide,
after halcyon day shines bright, in turn falls the night.
Sunburst dreams however sink broken in twilight river,
waned tide of time avers, euphoric surge isn’t for ever.
August 31, 2019
Contest : Writing Challenge 4, August 2019 - Six Lines
Sponsor : Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
white cap flipping waves
mirroring herself
dancing and folding
white cap flipping waves
striving toward ocean
keeping it safe
white cap flipping waves
loving her own cool waters
glorifying the sun
white cap flipping waves...
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